Selle never talks about her origins or past before coming to Vanoviel's city to start her life's dedication to The Storm Mother and the beloved Forest of T'Nanshi- a dedication that has recently inducted her into the 6th division of Le'Nofaythen.

She has a chaotic, even deceptive nature, with moods that seem to waver inconstantly- she is often in the grips of a sour countenance, but the cause is material to the company. Her behavior is sometimes redeemed by nymphic vices like wine, sweets and "difficult questions" which render her stupidly docile. Depending on who you ask, she is naughty or nice (mostly naughty). Her outright hatred of one individual and love of another shift like the seasons. Coming as no surprise that she can have a temper, her faith is also a therapeutic outlet; it takes immense strength to contain the storm within her own heart. Luckily it's easy to tell when Selle is around friends, as she'll do anything to tease them or make them laugh. Prone to acidic comments and vindictive quips, she is no pillar of social etiquette.

Selle has openly close relations with those in the Dru'Elite Church, and Le'Nofaythen. However, her common opinion is to judge someone as an individual before you judge them by their religion. Selle takes pleasure engaging in a war of friendly bodily harm with the avenger Eowin, and she is known to be very sweet on a dark-haired nanshin named Wolf.

What other stories and secrets lay beneath her unimpressive personage, it is doubtful they will come out easily. Being half-naked usually awards Selle enough perks to function comfortably around the areas of Zvidureth and Elysia.

Current:

After hundreds of years of opposition from the Verossans to nearly anyone venturing into the forest, former High Priestess Storm and Selle spread a new message to the young druids that taught them to unite with their fellow woodsfolk against a common enemy (the shaahesk), instead of attacking their own nanshin brethren. This lead to a brief but peaceful period where the Verossan Druids did not attack travellers, but unfortunately it was all soon undone.

Storm disappeared with a new priestess named Francheska claiming the title for herself. The High Priestess also sent the message out among adventurers and Verossans alike that the old ways of the Mother's children will not be swayed- Selle and Storm were false prophets and they had to be be hunted. Even Selle's former friend Zet, the Hand of Verossa was seen openly insulting and attacking her. It was soon discovered that Francheska's hatred and fury for her fellow brethren was caused by Storm who had gone mad and murdered Francheska's mother and sister.

When she wasn't able to find Storm herself, Francheska asked Selle to bring her the old priestess' head, saying only then would her fury be calmed, would her druids stop attacking everyone in their path, and would Selle return to favor within the church. Selle refused and passionately defended her former priestess, making public displays of opposition to Francheska with propoganda and killing all of her druids she could find. Selle never found Francheska but she also never found Storm.

Until a fateful day on top of the Zvidureth hill when Zet attacked Selle speaking with a crowd there. After both of them were killed and then risen, Storm finally appeared above their bodies. She was angry that the two who were once close now fought each other, but she quickly turned her anger on the others in the crowd gathered around her. Storm's madness seemed incurable and when she drew her weapon to attack she was finally killed by Fletcher Millstone.

With Storm's death, Francheska's family was avenged and she renounced her title as High Priestess. Selle was in mourning for a long while, a certain spark she had was smothered by a quiet sadness.

More recently, Selle can be seen spending a lot of time with a woodsperson named Crow, along with frequent visits to the pond at the fairy gardens. Forest whispers and rumors talk about a mysterious nymph that often accompanies her during those visits.

Appearance

Visage: With a small, delicate jaw, clean skin, and watery hazel eyes she might just have sprung from youth. Her cheeks stay flushed and the blood is always beneath her lips, making the flesh pleasantly dark against a pale face. Hair as green as the darkest vines tumbles in tangles around her shoulders, and there is something quite chaotic about her.